The summer I was sixteen by Geraldine Connolly

The summer I was sixteen by Geraldine Connolly

                First off, I thought the choice of words completely creates that image of a summer paradise that everyone envisions once school is over (which usually just ends up with you on the couch for hours). I think this poem is completely relatable to almost everyone my age. Not perhaps the slow-mo laughter and the bikins and the cotton candy of the girls in the poem; but the obliviousness of these sixteen year-olds. People my age, myself included, are enclosed in our own teenage bubble. Worrying at the uncertainty of the future, of the “improbably world”; but only for a short second, “a glance” before heading back to the teenage life of recklessness and freedom. This has always been the priority for us – to have fun, to party, to forget about "everything". We are busy with the socializing, the petty angst and drama without any care of what we like to think as the adult world. We do not want to enter that gray world of responsibility and work. That short vision we see, or what we think we see, of the future just makes us want to savor the here and now. That’s why everything’s a party for a teenager.